other than this it's not that good, but...:

"Besides, I want to help people," Obi-Wan finished lamely.

"You can help people in Agri-Corps," the rogue pointed out reasonably.

"I want to help people," he responded scathingly with all the offended dignity of a thirteen-year-old boy. "I don't want to feed them."

eta: "If I had truly wanted you dead, you would be dead, Obi-Wan," the Master stated.

"You wanted to kill Xanatos and he's still alive," the boy pointed out.

"Everyone has an off day," Qui-Gon replied.

"Or an off decade," Obi-Wan smirked. "How long have you been trying to kill him?"

Qui-Gon Jinn folded his arms across his chest and leveled a stunning glare at the boy. "Do you want me to train you or not?"

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wtf. so these people say they're making the new 'official' archive for lotr rps. they ask my permission to put my stories there. then they send me a password and say i can upload them myself? ahhahahaahah. NO.

ahahah BARRAYARAN!

See? he wanted to say, he's as charming as a Barrayaran button-mouse. rec?

updates forthcoming as the story warrants.

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i'm sitting here, eating rice with mis-matched chopsticks.

dally with me, pray?

my big toenail tried to tear in half*. i think i have successfully patched it with a little wisp of toilet paper, very tiny, and a lot of bright pink nailpolish. and a wee bit of nailpolish remover**.

um, so, what's up with everyone else?

i'm feeling nice and calm again. before i was all full of anger and despair and pain and i thought that would help me write that scene*** in karl and viggo's manly yet gay camping adventure... but the mood passed and i woke up this morning feeling optimistic. bummer, eh? damned optimism!

*it was trying really really hard and took shameless advantage of me picking at it with my fingers. i tried to stop it, but oh no.

**well, a lot of remover if you count what i used to get several huge pink splashes off my left hand after i tried to pick the bottle up by the cap when the cap wasn't screwed on.

***the scene of anger and pain. well, of inexplicable nervous tension and seething anyway.

do people who don't read gay porn

get fewer spam emails about penis enlargement?

...just wondering.

and another one's on, and another one's on, another one rides the bus

mira, if this wasn't the one you read that substituted 'viscous' for 'vicious,' then... i've found another one.

::headdesk::

eta: wha... i... he... no.

did obi just say he'd kill himself if qui died, and qui accepted that?

?????????????????????????

liek. ::locks author in a room full of angry bees like in that movie where alicia silverstone is stalking the dude from the princess bride and she tries to kill his gf::